View my GuestbookAuto Erotica - Dover ‘88
The big yellow and blue Pontiac roared around the concrete fortress known as “The Monster Mile” as she completed her laps for the final “Happy Hour” practice. The late afternoon sun turned the place into an oven as I sat perched precariously on the War Wagon. I absentmindedly twisted a lock of my hair as I watched him sail by two straggling cars effortlessly. Watched him-my lover-pilot the #30 Maxwell House/CountryTime Pontiac in a wild abandon of speed and power. I could still taste his departing kiss and the scent of his Stetson aftershave still lingered on my clingy creme-colored knit mini-dress. The wail of the engines as the cars surged past and the visceral element of the adrenalin rush of the drivers and their crews was the stuff of pure stimulation. Even the vibrations resonating off my perch evoked very happy thoughts as I eagerly anticipated his return. I closed my eyes as I contemplated his large hands caressing me while he devoured me with his eyes and lips.
“Heads-up! Here he comes!” bellowed his crew chief. Sure enough-my lover returns. The Grand Prix glides into it’s pit stall for a moment as he hollers to the crew, “Let’s wrap it up! Car’s fine and I gotta see Dale for a bit.” The crew chief nods and the car rumbles away to the garage compound. I carefully climb down the ladder, ever mindful of the lads who may want to steal a peak up my dress. No real threat of that-they are ever-conscious my dear Michael’s powerful six-foot-five frame and quick temper.
He had just swung his long legs out of the cockpit as I rounded the corner by the gate. He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair and smiled broadly as our eyes locked. “Hey...there she is...”he swept me up in his arms and I burrowed close against him in spite of the stifling heat. I trailed my lips against his sweaty neck, relishing the salty taste of his skin as he nuzzled my head. “Let’s stop by the hauler so I can wash up and throw some half-way clean cloths on...you got that program y’all want signed?”
I had an old program featuring a picture of Dale Earnhardt’s father on it that I was hoping to have autographed for an uncle of mine. I nodded, “Are you sure he won’t mind?”
Mike shook his handsome head, “Nah..! He just said to meet us over at his garage after Happy Hour and he’d be there.”
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A little while later found us leaning against the legendary #3 Goodwrench Chevrolet awaiting the moment when the great Dale Earnhardt himself would bless us with his presence. I sat on the edge of the driver’s side window while Mike leaned above me talking about everything and nothing at all. He looked so good, so enticing as his black t-shirt clung to his broad chest. His cerulean blue eyes held me in a sort of trance as I returned his loving gaze. As the minutes crawled by without a visitation of The Intimidator, our minds drifted to other matters of the heart as he pulled me close to him. For a perverse moment, all I could think of was the old Peanuts cartoon with Sally and Linus sitting in the pumpkin patch. I started giggling as his lips drifted over mine.
“What?” he said softly, his own lips curling up into that sexy smile. I started laughing harder as I told him I felt like we were waiting for the Great Pumpkin and he buried his face in my hair as he started chuckling too. I felt his hands playfully slip up my dress as he moved between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him as I felt his growing erection pressing into me. I moaned softly as I felt his lips trailing down my throat and pushed his groin against me. For one moment, I cupped his face in my hands, “Mike-maybe we shouldn’t-the officials might catch us....”
“Ain’t nobody around-I don’t know if Dale’s gonna show or not. “ He molded his lips to mine and I welcomed his tongue as he deepened the kiss. “I want you..” he whispered. I felt him hook his fingers in my panties and he slid them down as he also knelt before me. He gazed up into my eyes for a moment as he seductively ran his tongue over his lip. From that point on, I was gone...
He picked me up and laid me across the upper portion of that noble car’s hood. Gently spreading my legs and pulling my crotch to his face, I gasped as I felt his tongue slide into me. That delicious sensation of his hot breath and the gentle lapping, caressing motions of that ever-inquisitive tongue. He rose just before he allowed me my release. Gathering me up in his arms again, he smothered my face with his hungry mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I entwined my fingers in his hair. We felt as though our hearts would burst from the love that we felt for each other. We remained wrapped in a writhing knot as the garage faded around us. My hands slowly drifted down his belly to his belt as I tugged on the buckle and the fly to his jeans. I gazed up into his enraptured face as I gently massaged his thick cock. He uttered a low growl as I knelt before him and teasingly kissed and fondled the length of his throbbing organ. I licked the first honeyed drops of his arousal as his breathing grew heavier. Reluctantly, he pulled me back up and gently nuzzled me. “You don’t have to do that here-I don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty.” I had almost forgot that we were still in a garage-any time in his presence was heaven to me. I pulled the short dress over my head and laid it on the window sill of the car and whispered, “Is this better?” He gazed at me intently for a moment before wrapping me in his arms again as he turned me to face the car while he pressed his groin to my buttocks. He continued to fondle my breasts, hands drifting slowly down my stomach to my throbbing clit. He lazily tongued my ear and whispered huskily. “I want you so much, baby....I wanna love you so much.” Gently, he eased me into a semi-bending position as I leaned against the car. I eagerly parted my thighs as I felt the large head of his cock slide gingerly into me; well lubricated by the flowing juices within. He uttered a loud grunt as he began thrusting a little deeper with each movement. He slowly rocked against me-long thrusting as he pulled out almost to the tip of his manhood only to slide it in clear up to the hilt. His long fingers deftly stroked my clit as I urged him ever faster, harder. His raw, savage lust matched my needs perfectly as we found ourselves falling closer to the edge. “come for me baby...” he whispered in his soft Kentucky drawl. “love you, pretty baby...ogod I love you..”
He held me tighter as he continued to pound into me; I could tell by his ragged breathing he wasn’t going to hold out much longer and could I as I felt myself go first. I grasped the edge of the car tightly and slammed against him as I wore his name out over and over again...I soon felt his own hot cum filling me as he collapsed against me.
Thank god for shop towels....
A sound of footsteps and a familiar drawl brought us quickly down to earth. The greatest driver ever to look through a windshield politely averted his eyes as I hastily threw my dress over my head. The man chuckled softly, “Boy...there better not be any pecker tracks on that car!”
And yes...I did get my autograph....
fin.
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